Do not let another hour pass,
open your heart to another.
How quickly little lives can change.
Fissures could cause sudden shifts in
tectonic plates of world order.
Foolish hearts can close to the new.
From the din rises a young woman
who sirens a song, a new view
where she herself is the message.
Embodied in our nation's poem.
Oh, this is no time for faint hearts!
Hearts hear drumming in misty moors
saying so softly in her voice -
Hope still stirs. Still stirs in us all!
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem